One of my big hang ups, when it came to the idea of moving out, was that I'd spent over 30 years in my parents' home, most of which living with my sister in the house as well. There was always a certain amount of background noise - to-ing and fro-ing about the house - and while the idea of having a place of my own meant privacy (finally!), it also meant I'd be on my own... and that was a little scary.
Now I'm here - and rambling after midnight! - I haven't once felt lonely.
This shouldn't surprise me, considering my natural tendency toward isolation... But it is curious.
Still, I wanted privacy so I could get some writing done... and haven't managed much of that so far...
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